Session September 23, 2017

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What they found were two completely intact Hindu temples, conservatively dated to the 10^th century.

By CC

“So much of this is contrary to our Wiccan beliefs,” Sam said nervously, standing in the clearing, looking at the temple ruins that Wendy was admiring.

“I don’t care. I’m thinking about switching to Hinduism anyway. I love that Ganesha dude and Durga, well, you ought to like all those….”

“OK, ok,” Sam replied irritably, shaking some gravel out of his sandals. He was upset but couldn’t show it. He knew as Wiccans that they must tolerate all realities, all faiths, but he remained a little nervous about Cernunnos’ reaction to all this. The last time they heard him rustling in the bushes behind their flat, Sam went out with a BB gun, hoping to scare the bastard away. There was something wrong about a deity that followed you home after the ritual.

Now rattling in the bushes behind him gave him a start. Could it be? No, probably just a monkey.

Wendy sat down on a nearby wooden bench and laughed happily. This trip had been on her bucket list for ages and she was enjoying herself tremendously. She had gathered a bunch of flowers in her lap and was weaving a wreathe to wear. “Isn’t this great, Sam?” she called out to him. “Yes, I’m going to switch to Hinduism!”

Suddenly there was a flash of light and a cracking retort from the bushes. Sam leapt to one side and cried out in terror. Wendy began to bleat nervously from the bench. She knew something had happened, but what could it be?  

Sam ran to her as she began to eat the flowers.

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Turtles also appear, forcing us to ask the obvious question.
by RMAF

The Annual Old Tortoise and the Hare Race was being held at Campo Historic Train Depot. Twin brothers Jasper and Casper Rabbit were in the race line up. Tortillinie the Tortoise was standing ready in the line up next to them, getting warmed up and psyched up for the Great Race. I, a side viewer, was forced to ask the obvious question: What was the singer, Pussy La Cato, doing riding along on the cart? Well, someone had to bellow out "The Great Race" song!

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The Sunda Kingdom was located in West Java.
by AL

There was a lone girl
With clouds that swirl
In the middle of a field
In the Sunda Kingdom
That was in West Java.
That held joy and freedom
That was in West Java
She would look as clouds passed by
And birds will fly
Wondering if she join 
And see the world
And explore as clouds swirl
The tall grass dances
But she stands unmoving
As the grass and wind sing
She stands just looking
Wondering what's out there
And how the birds fare
Seeing all of Sunda
In the trips they take
Living towns in their wake
Seeing a new thing
Everywhere, everyday
But they never stay
And the girl never moves
But looks into the sky
The birds and clouds fly
She dances with grass
Wondering what all is out in the world
Where clouds in the sky twirl
What makes up West Java
And all the sights she may see
If she would just leave
the dancing grass
And the birds and sailing clouds
To go and explore new sounds 

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He hadn't known that his grandfather collected fossils.
by MD

"Let's go," Grandfather said. "Today is the perfect day for fossiling." He hadn't known that his grandfather collected fossils, but Jake was excited. They went to the lake and Jake found the first fossil. He and grandfather were so absorbed in their fossil search that neither one noticed the ground rumbling or the plume of smoke across the lake. It was fitting, though, that when the volcano blew, that Jake and Grandpa were transformed - over many eons, of course - into fossils themselves. And, on another day, a future Jake and his grandfather found their fossils, and he hadn't even known that his grandfather collected fossils.

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Seeing a shooting star is supposed to be lucky.
by BG

Mama & Papa were very proud of Gertrude and Hazel. Their girls were just amazing. Trudy was already such an accomplished pianist and Hazy had a voice like a meadow lark. The whole neighborhood would gather in the yard when they practiced in the music room each day. Sundays, it was an especially large crowd. The neighbors brought extended family along, or folks from church they had invited for Sunday dinner. Mama & Papa had bought extra lawn chairs by the time that started happening. Other chairs accumulated as the neighbors began to bring their own and leave them to mark their spot on the lawn. Mama & Papa began to get offers to have the girls sing and play in various locations around town, like the school auditorium, the gazebo in the middle of the town park and also in a couple of churches and a synagogue. they discussed it with Trudy & Hazy, who shied away from the idea. Both were home schooled and just did not go out in public. They both became very upset at the thought of being out with other people. They felt very blessed to sing and play the way they were able to do and they thought it was so special they could make others so happy and enjoy the music by just having them listen from the lawn. But that was it. Mama & Papa did not push them. They know how wonderful it was to have the girls receive their gift of music. Seeing a shooting star is supposed to be lucky. Indeed, it was great luck to have that musical ability. Unfortunately, to balance it out, there was an unlucky side to seeing that star, and Trudy & Hazy just did not want it known to their admiring town.

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We haven't much time left, so let's make the best use of it.
by JL

The Countess looked at her manor in the county and sighed. Good bye to sunsets, good bye to long, quiet nights, and, most importantly, good bye to the stables. She looked down to her prized horse, Quick Thunder, and sighed once more. "We haven't much time left," she said, "so let's make the best use of it." She looked towards the stable. Again the King would arrive soon. She rode Thunder through lanes where her house staff were moving their things out, she looked down melancholic. She would miss them, too. She road through her vineyards. "Who will take care of them now that we are gone?" she wondered. She traveled through the village where the people were hanging farewell banners for her and her brother. She smiled. The people were always so thoughtful. Oh, why did her brother accept the King's offer? They were perfectly happy in Farmvale. 

In the distance she heard the King's procession. Sighing once more at her ride cut short, she went on her way back to greet King Roeland. She tried to look on the positive side. She never saw the King before, maybe the experience would be jovial, though looking behind her at the countryside that she loved and never tired of she doubted it. She heard the King's horns more persistently and closer. She would have to hurry if she was going to make it in time to greet him. 

She rode as fast as Quick Thunder could go, her dress fluttering behind her, joy of the speed coursing through her being. But, as with all things, it came too soon to an end. Mournfully she got off Quick Thunder and led him to the stables. A quick change later, she was standing in the main foyer in a dress usually reserved for weddings and balls, not that she had ever been to one. Looking up the stairs to where her riding dress lay packaged, and will probably be forever so.